The First Day Of School Tomorrow

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The first day of school has the major influence on the way an individual will eventually turn out in the future. Many actions have occurred in my life long ago, some fail to recall, and some I still clearly remember. I was going into my first school in America. I had moved from Kenya, a long distance from the USA in order to link with my family, who had been here for almost 4 years, expecting America would help my future. My father told me It would be better if I go to school here, so I registered in the local high school in my city. I was frightened how I would do in school as I have never been to school in the US before. First, I met new people with different cultures, second it was a whole new experience for me in which success depended on me, and third it was the first day that I went to school in the US. Finally, I won’t forget it very easily because lots of things were accomplished in my first day at school.

Well, here it is,the day I've been dreading since Mrs. Mercer first brought it up. This day honestly came way too fast! When I first got my schedule and seen current health issues, I was like what in the world? So the first day of school came about and it was time for seventh period. When I realized it was Mrs. Mercer's class, I got extremely happy. I wasn't sure what to expect the first few days. As the days went on, all 13 of us started to get the hang of everything and bonded instantly. This is definitely a class that I'll always remember and I will truly miss! We've all had happy times,sad times,angry times,and a lot of fun times. I've honestly took in a lot from RY, especially snap and zap. Snap and Zap is where you snap out of bad thoughts and zap in good thoughts. I found if you do that then you wouldn't have as much anxiety build up. I feel like the RY class has helped a lot with my anxiety and anger. Mrs.Mercer and the 12 others in RY have been there for me since the first day. I want to thank all you guys. When class first started, I wasn't sure if I wanted to open up because at that time I only talked to like two people. I wasn't sure if I could trust everyone. Well about the second week I felt like I had a family A family that I can talk to, cry too, get advice from, never be judged by, a family that I can just simply enjoy. One that Id die to have at home. I knew if I couldn't trust anyone else, I had 13 other people that I knew for a fact that I could run to

BEEP! BEEP! My alarm went off. I knew what today was. It was none other than the first day of school the day I have been dreading since summer started. but today was not any first day this one was as scary as a beetle because It was the first day of high school. i thought high school was the scariest thing ever. because of all the movies and the television shows that I watched. they portrayed it as ten percent learning and ninety percent bullying. the only people in the shows and movies that got bullied were the nerds and I was a nerd.

There is a feeling that makes me the happiest. I walk home on a breezy fall day, I enter my house, and suddenly get a whiff of my mom’s favorite fall scent, cinnamon apple. I get to curl up in a fuzzy blanket, with my only worry being if tomorrow is going to be another perfect fall day.

Today is the first day of my sophomore year. This will be a great year! I think to myself as I get on my bus. The bus ride was always my favorite part of the day. Even though it was bumpy and loud. I mostly sit in silence, but this year i’m gonna put myself out there. I stand up so I could put my feet under me at the third stop. Glancing around i see a lot of people who were in the same grade as me. None of them knew me.

Fifth grade 2015-2017. So, this summer a lot has happened. First, I moved three miles away from my old house, which was not that different except for the fact that there are only five other houses on this one street neighborhood. Unlike my old house where there were tons of houses in the enormous neighborhood. Then after all that I switched schools because I had more friends that went to the other school but you never know maybe I won’t have any classes with them. So, you can see why I have every right to be nervous, but I am more excited than nervous for some reason.

It was the first day of school, both tired and excited. I didn’t want to get up, wishing that I

I stood there firmly and unchanging. My blouse became a sponge as I begged and pleaded not to go inside. "Quiet down Christine! We're in public!,” said my mom. As two women reached for my arms, I grabbed a nearby pole and latched onto the ground. With no success, my concrete feet were being forced beyond the doors and there was nothing I could do. My spirit was drowned out by the roaring inside as the weight of defeat fell heavy on my shoulders. It was my first day of school in a new suburban community and district known as Alief.

On the first day of school, when the first rays of sunlight hits window of Olivia’s bedroom. Olivia opened her eyes and slowly got up to prepare for her first school day, starting her 8th grade. Olivia did er normal routine like she did everyday. Olivia got up, brushed her ivory white teeth, took a warm shower and headed down to eat her rather filling breakfast. When Olivia headed down to eat her breakfast, the sight that greeted her was like any other day, her mom cleaning up the dirty dishes and her dad sitting at the table drinking his coffee. Once was completely down the stairs her mother greeted her with a warm and caring smile. “Olivia, are you ready for your first day of school?” Olivia’s mother rather excitingly. “Well, it really depends on how I feel today.” Olivia said with a straight face and monotone voice while sitting herself down at her seat at the dinner table. Immediately, Olivia’s mother knew something was up. Olivia was usually a very cheerful and happy person, the truth was there was something rather off about Olivia. The reason why was, Olivia dreaded going to her school, Great Neck South Middle School. Why? Her school wasn’t the most bullyproof school in the U. S., Whenever she walks into the school Olivia will often get stared at and bullied because of her cherry blossom-pink hair and unusual blue eye colour. Olivia wished for it to all go away and disappear, her friends didn’t help her either, like everyone else they will tease Olivia about her

It’s the first day of school for me and my first class of 1st graders. In walks a little girl, she is wearing a beautiful blue head scarf. Her name is Berra. While talking to her parents before her first day of school, I know she is from Istanbul, Turkey. She moved to the United States when her father received a job as an architect. It was important for me to know this will be her first year in school. Children in Turkey begin to receive a free education when they 6 years old. This differs from the U.S. because children can begin school at age 5. The Turkish tradition and culture is one with great influence from the surrounding countries. It is located in Western Asia between Europe. Istanbul is located between the Black Sea and the Sea of Marmara. Istanbul is the largest city in Turkey with a square footage of 2,063 miles. The city holds the country’s economic, cultural and historical heart. Not every woman or girl wears a head scarf but it is up to them and their religion whether they choose to wear it or not. It is important for me to know the most I can about my students culture and her way of life so I can help set straight any common misconception my young students may have. I also want to give every one of my students the best education possible. I can only teach my children if I know who they are. I need to know what is important to each of my students and what interests them. This means doing my research on where my student is from and discovering

My alarm startles me as I get out of bed. My shades are shut, no sun shines through. My first day of school ever and the first day that I have to officially get up out of bed early. I smell the pancakes and sausage sneaking through the crack underneath my door. My first day of school and I have no clue what to wear or how to act. I go downstairs and dad automatically greets me with a hug and a smile.

Have you ever met a person that you thought was the worst person in the world, but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Well, that is the feeling I got the first day of the 10th grade, when I first met my new homeroom teacher. It was the first day of school, and I was super amped. I was at the High school where I wanted to graduate from. The first day started off as normal as it could be. Everyone was standing around making sure they were being seen in their new fashions. I was more excited than they were, because I was finally able to transfer to the school where all my friends from the old neighborhood attended. This was going to be the best year ever, so I thought. The 8:00 a.m. bell rang for everyone to report to their first class, and as I walked to the door there was a lady standing there smiling and telling everyone entering the door, “Good Morning”. I knew at this point there was about to be a problem. Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not a morning person.

It was that gut-wrenching feeling like there was something stuck in your throat, something itching to come out. It felt as if I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t look anyone in the eye I felt so shameful. Something was weighing so heavily on my tongue and kept appearing in my mind. That thing was the truth.

Imagine a five year old preparing for her first day of school. Both parents and the future scholar are beyond excited as they pack a healthy lunch to head out the door. Mother and child review a checklist of needed supplies. Crayons? Check. Pencils? Check. Backpack ready, they head out the door.